Page 58 of My Destiny
“Very funny. You’re the only person I want to make happy.”
I smile, because he does make me happy.
He lifts my hands to his mouth, placing a kiss on my knuckles. “Come.” Standing, he pulls me off the bed. “I’ll help you unpack later. Right now I need a drink.”
“Come back to bed, Hot Stuff,” I plead, holding up the covers. I thought long and hard about his offer last night, and he’s right—I want to enjoy every second of this while it lasts. Once Jake’s found, I’ll look for another place to live, and who knows where that will leave us.
He stalks towards the bed as he effortlessly ties his necktie. “I’d give anything,” he says, leaning down to brush his lips against mine. “And I meananything,but the meeting I have this morning is important.”
“You’re no fun,” I reply, pouting.
He chuckles as he nips at my bottom lip. “You’re insatiable, you know that.” When I narrow my eyes slightly, he raises one of his hands. “I’m not complaining, trust me.”
“I suppose I better think about getting up anyway. I have to go to work soon as well.” I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. I’m still wearing what I wore to bed last night—nothing. There’s no point putting on pyjamas because they don’t stay on long enough.
I can feel his eyes on me as I walk toward the en-suite, so I add a little sway to my hips. Reaching out, he grabs hold of my arm, spinning me around to face him. “I know exactly what you’re doing,” he says, slapping his hand down hard on my arse.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I reply, giving him a look of pure innocence.
“I’m not fooled for a second, you minx.” He’s grinning as his lips come crashing to mine. A minute later, he abruptly pulls out of the kiss, turning me around until my back is facing his front. “Put your hands on the wall,” he commands. I do exactly as he asks. His fingertips run lightly over my hip, before moving down between my legs. “Always wet for me,” he whispers, his hot breath against my skin making it pebble with goose-bumps. Moving one of his knees between my legs, he nudges them apart. “Spread them.”
I’m grinning to myself when I hear his belt unbuckle. His hand moves back between my legs, while the other grips my hip. I throw my head back and moan when he enters me in one long stroke. “You drive me fucking wild,” he groans into my ear, and just like that I’m lost in a sea of pleasure I call Hot Stuff. I’ll never tire of the way he makes my body feel.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Logan
Steve pulls up outside the real estate at the same time Chris and I do. He agreed to come in early to meet me. “It’s been a long time,” he says, extending his hand to me. “A good two or three years.”
“About that,” I reply.
“Just let me open up, and we’ll chat.” When he’s done, he ushers me through the reception area and into his large office towards the rear of the building. “Take a seat.” He opens the blinds, allowing the light to filter in, before joining me. “So, what can I do for you?”
“I’m after a large commercial space.”
“Okay. We have a few on the books at the moment. Are you looking at expanding the business?”
“No, I have something else in mind.”
“Just building your portfolio?”
“Something like that,” I chuckle.
“Do you have any idea what size it needs to be?”
“At least five to six thousand square metres. Preferably on the one level.” He takes down notes as I speak.
“What about location?”
“Somewhere close by, but with easy access and plenty of parking.”
“If we’re talking in the city, that narrows it down considerably.”
“Price isn’t a factor,” I say, because it’s not. I just need to make this happen. “If you have to go a little further out, that’s fine, but not too far.”
“I’m sure I’ll be able to find something suitable.” We both stand. “Give me until midday, and I’ll get some options to you.”
I extend my hand to him. “I’d appreciate it.”
